Never walk, only stagger



Ferguson residents return for another day of protesting to find that overnight the police had ripped up their signs and threw them in the dumpster. 

September 27th

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You should stay as far away from me as possible. You should pack up your blue eyes and your cold, immobile heart and leave me in the middle of the night with no word on how to find you.
Listen to your instincts, feel it in the wind, whatever. Look for signs, each one is whispering to you a single word: Run!

So go. Git.

Ignore our corresponding tragedies and passions. Do not imagine the future I could slide into like water down your throat. Don’t close your eyes and remember how we have quietly twisted together.
Whatever you do, don’t remember the good. The good might lure you back to me.

Instead think only of your fears and call them convictions. Call yourself a wanderer. Tell yourself I will only tie you down. Repeat these excuses to your friends. Pretend not to hear how flimsy the words sound.
Go explore, be alone, find yourself. Meet uncomplicated girls. Don’t learn their last names. Fuck them.

You fear (and rightly so) what I will do to your life. I would challenge every thought, blur every line, and insist on vivid detail and subtext. I would be an upheaval, a time suck, the last thing you need in the tidy bohemian chaos of your story line.
I am soft-bodied and warm blooded and entirely too conflicted and passionate to be of any good to you. I would grab. I would insist. I would run my hands up your arm, put my mouth to your ear, and whisper, “I love you.”

Go. Please, without saying goodbye.
And I wish you all the happiness in the world. I really do.

—Clementine Von Radics, May 23 (via wineandwarandpetrichor)

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Just spent my evening vandalizing subway stations for the sake of reminding NY folk that it is fully legal for women & individuals with breasts to be topless and comfortable in public


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5-Year-Old With Autism Paints Stunning Masterpieces 

utism is a poorly-understood neurological disorder that can impair an individual’s ability to engage in various social interactions. But little 5-year-old Iris Grace in the UK is an excellent example of the unexpected gifts that autism can also grant – her exceptional focus and attention to detail have helped her create incredibly beautiful paintings that many of her fans (and buyers) have likened to Monet’s works.

Little Iris is slowly learning to speak, whereas most children have already begun to speak at least a few words by age 2. Along with speech therapy, her parents gradually introduced her to painting, which is when they discovered her amazing talent.

“We have been encouraging Iris to paint to help with speech therapy, joint attention and turn taking,” her mother, Arabella Carter-Johnson, explains on her website. “Then we realised that she is actually really talented and has an incredible concentration span of around 2 hours each time she paints. Her autism has created a style of painting which I have never seen in a child of her age, she has an understanding of colours and how they interact with each other.”

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How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

—Kurt Vonnegut (via observando)

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